Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 by Isabelle Peterson

Author:Isabelle Peterson [Peterson, Isabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Erotica
Publisher: Isabelle Peterson
Published: 2014-07-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

“What the hell, Phoebe!” he spat.

What the hell? What a piece of work! I sat up and looked him square in the face. “You have to be kidding me! You are such a mother-fucking-cock-sucking-sonovabitch! So tell, me Chase,” I said, gritting his name with as much disdain as I could muster. “Do you use lines you’re about to film on all the girls that you’re trying to fuck?”

I watched his confused face fall with understanding. “Oh, that,” he whispered, and ran his hand through his hair. I really wished he would stop doing that. His hair was one of my biggest weaknesses. I looked around the space. The space we’d been in only hours before. Fucking like crazy rabbits. Hell, the place still smelled like sex. “Look,” he started.

“No. You look!” I started, pushing wet hair out of my face. What the…? “I am not a toy. I’m not some fangirl. I have a job. And I was doing a good job at it. Now you’ve gone and fucked it all up!”

“So, this seems… private. I’m just gonna…go. Yeah…” Erika said, slipping out of the trailer.

Once she closed the door, the silence was oppressive. Chase sat there looking at me. I could practically see the cogs in his head turn. What was he trying to come up with to make anything about this scenario acceptable? Well, no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be enough.

“The man with the gift for gab is silenced, huh? Fascinating,” I huffed. Had I really shut him up? Had no one called him out on this before? Or was he just looking for a line from another show or movie he’d filmed?

“You want the truth?”

“As if I’ll believe a word coming out of your mouth,” I said. And looking at his mouth, his full lower lip, I felt my body betray me with a tingling of want and need.

“Okay, true…” he croaked. “What I said the other night was from the new pages you handed me,” he paused. A look of total guilt blanketed him right down to his hands, which now scraped at imaginary dirt under his nails. “Not like you’ll believe me… but when I read the—”

A knock on the trailer door interrupted Chase’s uncomfortable confession. Shit. I got some sort of sick little joy watching him squirm.

“Paramedics,” I heard from the other side of the door.

“Good idea!” Chase said, jumping up from his seat to open the door.

In walked Erika with an overweight, middle-aged guy wearing an EMT jacket, carrying a small orange toolbox with a red plus on it and the word EMERGENCY KIT.

“Miss Fairchild?” he asked me, his warm eyes looking me over. His gaze was pulled away as Chase sat back next to me and picked up my hand.

I gritted my teeth and pulled my hand from him. “Yes, I’m Phoebe. But I don’t need any medical attention.”

“My name is Marc, and sorry, Miss, but it’s required when someone passes out on set.”

“Liability insurance, and all,” Erika finished.

“Sir, if I may?” the paramedic said, asking Chase to move with a nod of his head.

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